Stop...
Stop, O my day.
For the darkness is desolate,
And the lamps of the night have abandoned the sky
After the oil ran dry,
And the world has ceased to pray.
Pray so that we may enjoy the light...
For our children long for the whispers of the stars,
And the murmurs of the planets,
During their dreamy nights.
Why have we ceased our supplications and hymns?
Is it to increase our wars?
Or to revel in silence
And be afflicted with idiocy?!
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